I’ve been seeing a special ladyfriend lately. But I haven’t met her parents yet. The other day, we had a conversation that went something like this…
Her: I’m running a 5K on Sunday!
Me: Sweet! I’ll be there on the sidelines to support you.
Her: With signs?
Me: With signs. [Scribbles: “Congratulations! You just finished a 5K! No wait, you still have 1.5 miles to go.”]
Her: Hmph. Oh! And my parents are coming, too!
Me: So the first time I meet them, you’re not even around…? Awkward.
Her: It won’t be too bad, I promise. Or you can just wear a superhero costume so they don’t see you.
Me: … Or I could run the 5K with you and avoid that whole situation.
Her: Right… do you even know how to run?
Me: I coach Speech Team and write a blog.
Her: Umm… I think that means you’re gonna die.
There’s no Couch to 5k plan that works in two days, right?
Any advice on how I can avoid a hospital stay would be appreciated
Side note: The registration asked me how fast I run a mile so they can start me in a pack of people my own speed. I think I just signed up with the senior citizens. Oh boy.